You really haven't used your ears to their fullest capabilities until you've heard me sing along with my ipod to the wo-o, wo-o, wo-o-o-o, wo-o-o-o, wo-o-o back-up scat on What Is Love by Haddaway while power-walking on my treadmill while my cat and dog look on, clearly puzzled and understandably concerned.
I can also do an awesome treadmill dance routine to Fake by Simply Red. Treadmill dancing is new. I just made it up. It just might be the next Pilates.